Kill the bear.

I think it's official now: the thing with the guy in Berlin... well... didn't happen. I know you're all very disappointed. But it's not nearly as bad as I would have thought. We didn't really have time to bond that much. I mean in bed. Nice guy, though. We'll keep in touch. As usual.

But I got a new one up my sleeve. Do you people thing 19 y/o is too young for me to hang around with? He's a lovely fellow. And bright.

Got me own Meez now.

Here he is. And he's not alone.

Help me, I'm falling in love.

This is scary. Two posts within a two days. Someone call an ambulance, please?

You might say that I'm probably bored in this city. Fact is that I'm quite enjoying Berlin, as I expected. Other fact is that on my first night I ran into a guy worth fancying. So rather than channelling all my negative energy into the brillant work I need so much at the moment, I'm bloody wasting it on some dude with beautiful soft light brown hair and bright blue eyes... Aaaw...

And what's pissing me off most is that fact that I'm getting all freaking robloodymantic about it. TACKY. The one thing I do criticise my beloved Bettina for ever so often. Okay, bitch, you got me. 0:1 for you. I'm only human, aren't I? At least partly.

Berlin, organic.

Since I got back from New York in October I had been stuck in Zurich. January to March I was so goddamn busy I didn't get one bloody weekend. But things are better now, I have less work. So I decided to get the fuck out of Switzerland and occupy my friend Daniel's apartment in Berlin Kreuzberg while he's away doing some sort of research in Japan.

What a great feeling. To come home to a city I don't know. Not that I haven't been here before. The first two times I actually hated it. The third one I was busy writing concepts for some stupid tv series that never made it into production. The fourth time, a few weeks ago I heard about this place, so here I am.

I'm actually supposed to work. Which won't be that difficult, considering I hardly know a soul in this city. And there's no tv, so I can stick to those songs I have to finish.

The nicest thing is that I will be eating all-organic. There's actually such a thing as an organic supermarket in my Turkish-dinky neighbourhood. Althought the costumers are rather ugly and complain about fruit from Israel (we very pro Palestine here lah) stuff is quite nice. I found a gorgeous goat cheese.

So let's hope I'll be inspired to write some shit about Berlin. So far I'm not a Berliner yet. But gimmie a few days.